Mr Tuesday

As I write this I'm really tired, it's been a dreadful day.

Mr Tuesday:
He visited on Tuesdays. On and off for a year. He was older, short and shaved bald - about 2-3 inches shorter than me. The result was that when he was inside me he hardly reached my lips.

I used to leave the keys outside and then he'd just enter my apartment.
Sometimes I was already asleep when he crawled down beside me in bed. He'd be freezing, I'd be warm and soft.
He always smelled so damn good and I'd wondered how he managed to get away from his wife.
He probably had some excuse, something he told her about Tuesdays - a course or something. I was a part of his routine, which in the end made all the interesting and spontaneous sex we had seem very rehearsed.
But before that point we had fun, played with my toys and situations, looking back, I pretend to be far more relaxed, experimental and groovy than I really were.

- I've been thinking about this all day - looking forward to seeing you, thinking about all the things we'd do.

That's usually what he'd start of saying and I'd feel him being really tuned on as he pressed himself against me, looking for warmth, softly kissing my neckline.
And then he'd go down on me.

He took his time, knowing that oral sex with a woman is just as much an art as giving good head. First he'd go slow and gently and just because I grunt didn't mean I wanted him to give it harder or faster. Which he knew.
He continued doing what he was doing and eventually when he thought the time was right he gave it to me.
I had amazing orgasms - as if he'd put me out of my misery and finally just let me cum.

Another thing he did, that most men miss is: less is more - Never use all the tricks of your repertoire at the same time.
I believe lots of other ladies out there would agree.

Interestingly enough he was one of those guys who didn't enjoy receiving as much. Usually he'd just nail me after I'd cum. ("I want you!")

He had the longest lasting orgasms I've ever known for a man. A long moan followed by squirming and then he'd shake for a couple of minutes as it all wore off.

We'd lie in silence. In the dark.
Just before I'd fall asleep, he'd kiss me goodnight, leave and go home to his wife.


He never told me he had a wife. I figured it out on my own and I had trouble respecting him for it.

I Kissed A Girl And I Liked It

We stood on the back of the porch when I kissed her. Her lips where soft and wet, I pulled her close and we tounged like we've been starving for kisses for years and years.

I met her at this party, in a remote suburb. I was invited by this guy who had (and still has this hang-up on me). I was looking for a party and thought what the heck... Interestingly enough he has a thing about homosexuals. He thinks it's un-natural. While I have lots of lesbian friends and and think it's just as natural as some people who like cars and others who don't.
I constantly called him on it. What's weird was thay she and him actually enjoyed eachothers comapny and where friends. They talked about how stupid girls could be etc.

She was cute, in a guy-ish way. But she wasn't a butch. She was cute and I enjoyed her spunk. She spoke her mind while still being open to the fact that there are all kinds of people. I think that's one of the sexiest things ever, no matter the gender.
I'm a bit like that myself and while all other females at that party where girlie-girls, we three strongly opionated people discussed things back and forth during the night. The way things developed was that the two of them actually fought for my attention and affection.

After a couple of hours I felt like jumping into the pool. I got undressed and only kept my panties on. Perhaps it was a test to see who was going to jump in there with me.
She did.
While this guy was just standing around. missing out.

It was when I decided to leave, cause I had enough of partying for one night when she ran after me.
She said that she really wanted me to stay. I was dead set on leaving and she looked at me with her big sensitive eyes and that's when I just felt like kissing her. So I approached her, grabbes her neck and waist and kissed her.
Then I said that I really liked her but told her I really had to go.
And then I left.

I do not think that I'm a 100% straight. I know for a fact that sometimes I get really infectuated by some women. But I've never been in love with a woman.
Sometimes I wonder if that's cause that's the way I was raised - that I'm blocking all those feelings away. And that's just me being healthy and questioning myself.
I am not gay because I've never met a woman who I wanted to have as my own. As I have with men.
Still I'm not imune to sexy females. Femalse who I find sexy. Interestingly enough they are not the same type as what's generally reguarded as sexy - by men. I like intelligent, confident, strong and playful women, actually the same things that I like about men.

I've spent nights out on clubs just dancing the night away with some woman I don't know who's blown me away and just sparkles from enjoying to be herself. To express herself and have a good time.
That's just always so damn attractive.

If there's a man out there with the same traits I'd be happy to get your number.
Most men are just too busy with positionating them selves in reguard to other men or other women.
Posing is just so damn dull.

Other girls I'd like to kiss are Chloë, Gwen and Kate:

Circus-boy

I was strolling home late one night/early morning. I heard steps behind me, closing in, I got scared and slowed down so that who-ever was behind me could pass me by.
Instead he joined me.
"Can I bum a smoke?"
He was a cute guy, very cute. And young. 18 years old.
He told me he was on his way home after celebrating his birthday. And home was a couple of buildings away from me. We had the entire walk home together.
I think we mostly talked about life. I asked about his plans and probably seemed worthily. I could sense tension building up, but thought that he was way too young.

As we closed in on his house we realised that we didn't want to split. Instead I invited him for the Jacuzzi. Just for the fun of it. We laughed, it was early in the morning.
He had a really nice body - by traditional standards. six-pack and everything. He told me he went to a circus-school, that's why...

We slipped into the water and just sat around talking. I didn't have any intentions of anything more. Just some neighbourly companionship. We sat there talking. Eventually we started talking about relationships. True enough he had a girlfriend. True enough he suddenly dared to pull me close and kissed me.
It was a great kiss, he had the softest lips, warmest tongue and I just loved carefully sucking, nibbling and tasting everything about his mouth.

When the kiss was done I pulled away, I wanted him, but I resisted.
He had told me that he had a girlfriend and I decided to be the responsible adult. I told him "I should get some sleep."
He still slept beside me that night. But all we did was sleep.

In the morning we exchanged numbers and we texted each other from time to time. But it would take us about a year before we met again. This time we had passionate sex at my place. I had a well-shaped cock, bigger than I imagined and after all those great kisses I went down on him in much the same way.
It was a mixed emotion - having sex with something that young and innocent. I mean he wasn’t a virgin, not by far. But when I looked up at him he had the face of an angel. Only that this angel had an erection and wanted to eventually fuck me...
Eventually he did.

We met one more time at his place.
I guess we also tried having a regular talk, but soon realised that we didn't have all that much to talk about... We both let it slip away after that.

Where are you?

Waste 20 minutes...

Sock it to me…

I said: ”We haven’t had sex in the bathroom yet!”
He said: "That's very true!"

Minutes afterwards I leaned over the sink as he pushed his cock deep inside of me.
I looked up and saw us in the mirror. It was a great turn on.
I hardly thought it was me. It was like watching a movie - I saw someone who looked exactly like me, having sex and a good time in a bathroom.

In the mirror I met his eyes, they smiled. And then he looked at the both of us in the mirror. I guess he felt the same. He pushed harder and deeper.

He was a friend of a friend. (also a friend of my ex. which complicated things later on.)
Somehow I thought that was a thumbs up. That he wasn’t an asshole.
We met them on a cruise and I used to go to the same school as this guy. he and his friends were on a bachelor-party.

Rule: When it comes to bachelor-parties, feel free to let them buy you drinks and party on. Never do anything more.

I ended up talking to his cute friend. We had a couple of mutual friends and common grounds. (He worked as an AD and designed the logo for one food-chains in town and sometimes when I pass them by I think of him... and laugh.)

Eventually we ended up at his cabinet.
I was running away from a nasty ex-situation and although I hadn’t formulated it for myself. I just needed to get away, get appreciated, and forget all about things at home.
I got a little more than I bargained for. A nicely shaped cock, sized above average.
We fucked for quite some time, took a break, strolled around and then went back for the infamous bathroom scene (above).

In the morning I left in a hurry. I very ashamed of what I had done. Guilt.
A couple of hours later i realised I lost my stocking. I hadn’t by purpose. But since I wanted to ex-change phone-numbers, and give it some more dignity we went back for my stocking. Actually they were a couple of newly-bought stay-ups, I found it and still keep them.

The same guilt I felt a couple of hours before I recognised in him, when the boys and the girls met up for drinks. Everything was aquard.
If it’d been today, I’d know it was because he had a girlfriend at home. And then there was the link between the friend and my ex-boyfriend… shit!

”Did you have a good night?” asked the bachelor (no 1, who also had a fling with my girlfriend).
I kept a brave face and said ”Ask the AD”.
”Yeah I know he had a great time, I just wanted to ask you how you felt!”

The same evening back in the city-lights we met up with the same boys.
Mostly since my friend liked my old friend, I’d been alright without it, but I saw an opertunity to settle the score with my old friend.
He said: ”Oh. You know you needn’t worry I’m not gonna tell X what happened”.
I said: "It alright, we're not together anymore so..." and it felt really good to say it out loud.

Somewhere during the night I also put two and two together and told The Stocking (nickname) that I knew he had a girlfriend, I just said it.
I also told him to go home to her instead.
By doing so I saved his ass from feelings of guilt towards me. I also saved my own.

More lessons:
I learned not to have sex with friends friends.
I also learned the importance of finding out weather a guy is occupied or not before hand (I do not get involved with men who are occupied, that’s a firm rule, it just messy and not nice towards anyone!)

Aftermath:
Half a year later I met him on the bus. I smiled and we chatted.
A couple of months later I learned that he’d broken of with his girlfriend and got together with an old classmate of mine. I think that’s hilarious. I also take some credit, judging from his guilt-trip I think it woke him up.

The funnies thing was at this jazz-festival when I met the two of them together and he said ”Hi!” but she didn’t. She really must have wondered how me and the Stocking knew each other.
Since then I’ve also met them on the bus together and talk to them both, as if they’re old friends. It gives me dignity.

p.s. At the same time, one of her co-workers is a close friend of mine. This summer I met with her at a barbecue-party. We get along fine.

An Orgasm... For Me?

Place: My bed
Partner: Punk-style, kind and sensitive
Size: Smaller than average but he could go for hours!
Position: Me on top.

I rode him and as I looked down it dawned on me that I really didn't care for him in any other way besides sex.
I loved the sex we where having right there but it puzzled me. He wasn't big, didn't do any amazing tricks, hell, he wasn’t even an exceptional kisser.
I guess that's what made me orgasm at last. (I deserved it.)

The trick is to not mind the guy. usually they want another paste from females and if you can make him more sensitive towards adapting and following you, the more personal pleasure you'll get. That's what I did.

As I slowly worked his cock he started hitting my spot.
I continued feeling a tingling sensation which reminded me of getting clitoris-orgasms. But it was inside me, more extended and more intense.
I worked myself up to orgasm and I was afraid to loose it all the way there.

I think he was really surprised by my sudden behaviour.
"Did you cum?"
I could honestly say: Yes I did.

I didn't care the slightest about him but he had big plans and a small crush on me.
I had sex with him one time after that and felt that he wanted to get serious. I cut the calls short and less often. Although I'll cherish him forever for being one of two guys who ever gave me a real orgasm.


It's not a myth that females fake orgasms.
Interestingly when I talked about my experience with my girlfriends they didn't recognise anything about how it felt. And I acted like I just found Jesus (but without a bible).
Conclusion: None of my girlfriends have had vaginal orgasms. All of my grilfriends boyfriends believe they've given their girlfriend orgasms at some point.

Men want to think they know/feel when a woman cums.
The whole relationship of women wanting to please men - growing up thinking that our sexuality is bad and not worth exploring. And if you do explore, you're obviously a slutt!
No wonder it's hard for either sex to know how women should/could be pleased. I still have problems with it.

However... I do have tricks for getting a man to think I cum. Now days I don't fake it casue I want to make him feel secure about what he's doing. I fake because I think it's time... (there isn't a thing about sex that gives me more pleasure than when he cums, it makes me feel sexy and happy)

At the same time there's a excellent rule that everyone's responsible for their own orgasm.

Going Down?

I've heard that women are more found of sex in exotic places. By that I do not mean during your holiday to some tropical paradise.

I believe that it's because women aren't as easy to please by just regular sex. I also believe that it's because men get more stimulation from just looking the sense of sight (like pornography).
Women prefer words which generates fantasies inside her mind.
For both men and women the mind is our most erogenous zone.

I've always dreamt of having sex in an elevator (and a train, a plane and a car).
Preferably in a shopping mall, when everyone's left and gone home.
I want walls of glass.
I want him to take me against that same wall, and from behind.
All while we ride up and down in that same elevator.
From there I can enjoy the whole world and that's what I want.